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Anann Kelevra · 05-14-2010, 04:56 PM

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The stables was one of the few places around the pack lands that had started to feel like home to Anann. She had always had an understanding for horses. She had grown up around them, specifically the large friesian stallion that had stalled himself next to Lumeire. The horse had had a large impact on her life since it's start. So it seemed only natural that she had found a place for herself in the stables. Where she could also put her abilities with leather to work. It had been a stroke of luck that Heath had been the first she had met coming to these lands. It was his tour that had drawn her here. To the miracles pack and a second lease on life.

Her guard was down as she worked in the stalls. Focusing on little except the task of removing the manure from the stall. She turned, loaded pitchfork in hand as the man spoke. "Oh, Hello." She greeted him with mild surprise. "Are you Drogon's owner?" She asked as she dumped the pitchforks load into the wheelbarrow outside the stall. Evening out the remaining bedding she finished the mustang's stall. "Caught me just finishing up here. Hope you don't mind." Stepping out of the stall she leaned against the pitchfork, taking a look the rust orange male.

There was something about the man that intrigued her. Although her interest in him was nothing of the sort like she held for the large Russian man she had meet weeks before. It was more his posture than the new, pink scars on his arm and body that gave it away. "You're the first warrior I've met here." Her tone was light, stating her observation matter of fact-ly. Having little doubt in her evaluation of the man before her.

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